Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Strange Thoughts.

 April’s POV.

 Being not too long since having a refreshing-if short- rinse, but then being persuaded to go back into the shower, April was nearly as wrinkled as a prune. The lukewarm water ran down in droplets, cascading further down her chest and stomach. She honestly couldn’t remember feeling as rejuvenated as she did in that moment; her whole body being coated in the quilts of water and the delectable scent of the apple shampoo and conditioner she’d massaged into hair knotty hair with tired fingers. April nearly let out a sigh of relaxation and contentment- finally happy where she was.

 She was a werewolf, like Grayson and Elijah. Sure, as much as Grayson made it clear that things weren’t going to be easy, but April had grown accustomed to dealing with messed up, difficult things. By dealing with them- she meant ignoring them. April, by now, had learnt that that was the best way to deal with her issues. But not anymore, her werewolf side didn’t seem to be leaving any time soon. She was stuck with something some people may call a curse- but to her, it was actually more of a blessing. A prayer come true or whatever.

 Or at least, that was what she hoped. But either way, call it selfish, April always wanted more than she already had.

 She was mid conversation with herself- something April had explained she did on a regular basis- when her vision tunnelled. At first instance, she blamed it on the light-headedness she’d also contracted from the heat of the shower. But then, even when she’d struggled to hold onto the slippery walls whilst shutting down the warm water, turning it to a rather freezing temperature instead, her head just swam furthermore. Her head was aching and pounding with tremendous force, pummelling her into the wall. Her bones began to crack and reconnect, continuously doing so as if on some kind of time-lapse. She gritted her teeth to try block out the excruciating scream that threatened to break through. 

 Voice echoed through her mind, several she recognised and multiple where she didn’t.

 “Brianna! Something’s happening!” To her, her voice was strangled and screechy- like chalk on a chalkboard; that horrific, high-pitched wail that came from her mouth instead of proper words. The mirror opposite the shower came into April’s line of sight, and as it did memories from her previous experience in the bathroom replayed in her mind.

 Her reflection showed painfully wide, pitch black pools of tar and grief. They shone with a wet sheen making them look somewhat shiny. April was too distracted with the agony she was being put through to decide whether the shininess of her eyes was actually wetness or...?

 ‘Oh calm down for god’s sake, you should be used to this by now.’ Her wolf deadpanned tiredly, probably holding its stomach in silent laughter at the sight of April quivering behind the shower curtain.

 “Why does this keep happening to me? I-It hurts!” She didn’t notice the pounding of footsteps on the landing as someone approached the bathroom she was in, screaming her name. She was too caught up once more.

 ‘And it will do- until you stop resisting. Shift, April. Why are you holding back from releasing me?’

 “I-I’m not m-meaning to resist a-anything!” 

 ‘How can you tell yourself that? You’re holding back. Don’t keep this hidden- not like everything else.’

 “E-Everything else?”

 ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know about-‘

 “April! April, open your eyes!” Someone shouted, using so many emotions, April couldn’t count it on her fingers. Just by that, she knew there was no way it could’ve been Elijah. She tried to respond, saying something like, “My eyes are open, open yours if you think mine are closed!” but her voice just collapsed on her, as did her whole body.  Luckily for her, a body collided with her own- someone with a hard chest and strong arms.